Morning! Enjoying my nice prison breakfast......
not really as subject of Thatcher didn't come up because DH and MIL in a control freak off with DH outlining his retirement plans to come down and "help them" by sorting out their cupboards
and MIL plumbing the depths of her passive aggressive arsenal which meant that she barely said a word and had her mouth set to tightest cat's bottom the whole afternoon. Of course last thing that got discussed was what they would like us to do that would actually help.......
gigs hope you get a gentle nurse and sending healing vibes for soreness.
malt side effects vary from person to person. I never had anti sickness meds as I never threw up but just would not be able to face food for a few days. It was like a hangover, just felt generally a bit shit, and towards the end of the six months weak and faint. However amber is evidence some people sail through it. I'm not sure it is helpful to paint it all as going to be rosy though, I know my hospital handed you a ridiculous pink leaflet produced by the drug companies with lots of happy looking people with that romantic foggy photographic effect selling chemo almost as a positive lifestyle choice, like cosmetic surgery, it just added insult to injury when I turned a strange yellow green colour, my hair fell out, my insides got so clogged up that I had the worst piles since I pushed out a 10.5 lb baby, and I perfected the art of the public swoon etc. but it still wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be 
MAS yoga was my way of trying to achieve calm and relaxation, trouble was I went with friends and we all had real problems at the bit where you put your legs over your head, forget what the position is called, but we all suffered from terrible vaginal burps........trying staying calm and relaxed when you are all making squishy noises as the air escapes.......
KK MIL gave the girls those dolls, I think we may have given them to charity for a raffle 
Today DH and I have to go and discuss pensions, more control freakery as DH is mean and a hoarder of money whereas I want to enjoy what we worked for, who knows what lies around the corner? So bored and frustrated at just the thought of it, and predict arseyness.....